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Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner, Good sister, let us dine, and never fret: A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master; and, when they see time, They'll go, or come: If so, be patient, sister.
Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door. Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. Luc. O, know, he is the bridle of your will. Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so. Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe. There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males' subject, and at their controls : Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Lords of the wide world, and wild watry seas, Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then let your will attend on their accords.
Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear
some sway: Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practice to obey. Adr. How if your husband start some other
where? Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. Patience, unmov’d, no marvel though she
pause ; They can be meek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain : So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me:
But, if thou live to see like right bereft,
Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try; Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.
Enter Drom10 of Ephesus. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ?
Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st
thou his mind ? Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear : Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning ?
Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. 8
Adr. But say, I pr’ythee, is he coming home ? It seems, he hath great care to please his wife.
Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is stark When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold: 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: Your meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: Will you come home? quoth 1; My gold, quoth he: Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain? The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: My mistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress ; I know not thy mistress ; out on thy mistress !
Luc. Quoth who ?
Dro. E. Quoth my master :
ii. e. Scarce stand under them.
I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ;
home. Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten
home? For heaven's sake, send some other messenger.
Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other
beating : Between you I shall have a holy head. Adr. Hence, prating peasant ; fetch thy master
home. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with
me, That like a football you do
spurn me thus ? You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.
[Exit. Luc. Fye, how impatience lowreth in your face.
Adr. His company mụst do his minions grace,
defeatures 9: My decayed fair'
my state :
9 Alteration of features. Fair, for fairness.
Luc. Self-arming jealousy!—fye, beat it hence. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dis
pense. I know his eye
doth homage otherwhere; Or else, what lets 3 it but he would be here? Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ; Would that alone alone he would detain, So he would keep fair quarter with his bed ! I see, the jewel," best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, That others touch, yet often touching will Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name, But falshood and corruption doth it shame. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep
what's left away, and weeping die. Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out. By computation, and mine host's report, I could not speak with Dromio, since at first I sent him from the mart: See, here he comes.
Enter DROM10 of Syracuse. How
now, sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? As
love strokes, so jest with me again. You know no Centaur, you receiv'd no gold? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phænix ? Wast thou mad,
word ? Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour
since. Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me
hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's re
ceipt; And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd.
Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein: What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell
Ant. $. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the
teeth ? Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
[Beating him. Dro. S. Hold, sir, for heaven's sake : now your
jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me?
Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool, and chat with
creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head: an you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and insconces it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, why am I beaten ?
4 Study my countenance.
5 A sconce was a fortification.